Packing is Difficult

You know what sucks hard? Always?? Packing. What makes packing worse? Being hung over. Nothing really seasons an already stressful and disorienting experience much like dry mouth and nausea. My only comfort is the nebulous yet satisfying memory of singing the BALLS off of a variety of Michael Buble songs. Cuz I'm really awesome. .. ... Thankfully, my bedroom has achieved such an unprecedented level of disarray that I feel strangely accomplished. That feeling, however, is intermittently overthrown by emotions of sheer terror as I think about flying fourteen hours tomorrow to Seoul, South Korea WITH MY PARENTS AND I HAVEN'T FINISHED PACKING. But to me, nothing says WASP-y class like traveling halfway across the world with none other than the infamous Bruce and Kathryn Northrup. I'm expecting and hoping that our right hands will be hermetically sealed to a martini glass for the next two weeks. Honestly though, I am very excited to go, even if I know the people in charge of the itinerary are like this:

Lookers, aren't they?

May the Force have mercy on our souls....